(The third update is here.)
Although Qin Fengming could not read minds, his powerful divine sense was far superior to that of the cultivator surnamed Lu in the red robe. Not the slightest change in the other man's expression escaped his perception.
When he caught that fleeting trace of oddness in the other man's eyes, Qin Fengming knew that this cultivator was no good-natured person either. Though he appeared benevolent toward Qin Fengming on the surface, there was undoubtedly another set of thoughts lurking deep within. With Qin Fengming's many years of experience, his heart was as clear as a mirror.
Although this man had some connection with the Wen Household of the Hongyu Mountain Range, Qin Fengming did not take him seriously. If the other party harbored no malicious intent, so be it. But if he wanted to act against Qin Fengming, Qin Fengming would not mind striking first and killing him.
Putting aside his connection with Wen Taihang, just Qin Fengming's identity as the young master of Manghuang Mountain was enough to make the Wen Household weigh the matter carefully before acting against him.
Time passed slowly as Qin Fengming and the other man conversed in low voices.
During that time, the dozen or so Core Formation cultivators seated beside the other two Eight Immortals tables kept sneaking glances at Qin Fengming and the other man. Most of their eyes held the look one gave a man already halfway into the grave.
Huang Xuzi, seated with his eyes closed on the other side, did not open them to look at Qin Fengming again after shutting them. It was as though he had already forgotten Qin Fengming entirely.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Several cultivators' treasures were exchanged during that time. Those who completed their